Orion

Forty Three. Ambivalent

Thump,

Thump,

Thump,

Two weeks.

That's all.

A measly two weeks was the maximum time that they'd lasted.

Pitiful.

Thump.

Thump.

The headboard crashed into the wall behind with each thrust of her hips.

Thump.

Thump-thump -thump-thump thud, "Orion!"

She tightened around him like a vice. Mo's arms did the same, wrapped around his neck as she rode him, not wanting even the tiniest sliver of space between them as she finally fed the need that had been building for fourteen days. He felt better than he did the first time that Mo had him.

Orion met each thrust with a grunt of his own, and once Mo finally came, he reached over and snatched up her arm pillow, craning his neck slightly forward so he could rest it between his head and the headboard.

Amused now that she wasn't chasing down her orgasm, Mo slowed her hips to a grind, a smile dancing on her lips as she watched her mate position the pillow until he was comfortable.

"Thank god!" Orion sighed as he leaned his head back," I probably had about ten more seconds, before you would have knocked me out," his voice was low, but she could hear the humor in his it as he watched her through listening filled, hooded eyes.

Mo couldn't bring herself to feel guilty as she ran her fingers through his damp curls. Before she spoke, she pressed a kiss to his nose,"You shoulda said something. A closed mouth don't get fed."

The sexy smirk that settled on his lips had Mo biting hers. His grip on her hips tightened, moving them slowly back and forth instead of the up-and-down motion that Mo started with, "I'll always get fed. Apparently the same goes for you. Open your link."

Involuntarily she clenched around him, and Mo sucked in a sharp breath as she dropped the wall that she'd kept closed for two weeks.

"Good," He praised her in that low voice of his.

Orion nestled his face in the crook of her shoulder, sucking at her skin. Orion continued to guide her hips in those same motions, now slowly thrusting into her as he spoke at the same volume, "I wish I'd had a little warning. Wouldn't have fucked my hand to the thought of that sexy mouth if I'd known you'd come over. Don't arch baby. I wanna last. Yes, like that. Fuck."

It had been five days since they'd seen each other.  They'd been keeping distance to try to agitate her wolf, but that night, Mo had been lying in her own bed, not even an hour ago, staring blankly at the TV.

Just as she started to doze, she used it to her own advantage, and the next thing Mahogany knew, she was walking down the stairs and out her front door in nothing but the pale blue negligée she'd put on to sleep and a pair of house shoes.

Helpless, Mo watched from the back of her mind as her feral side navigated to her destination, not even bothering to try to be the voice of reason.

Like the other times she took over, the unseen wolf was pissed. For days, she'd been pining for any sort of attention from her mate, and was fed up that she wasn't getting any sort of response. Especially when she could feel and hear her mate's wolf doing the same.

Having seen Orion use his hidden spare, Mo was in the house with no fuss. Orion was asleep. His deep breaths could be heard from the entrance.

She navigated the house easily, though she hadn't been in it since asking Orion about the lady who would bring Guinness home to her.